Memories of Big Creek

There are so many memories I have of growing up at Big Creek Pottery.  The time we borrowed a cow for a student who said he must have a cow to milk, and what happened when that cow went into heat; the time when the whole shelf of crockery fell down, and someone turned it into a rather disturbing practical joke; the time when a friend of my parents was howling at the moon and running through the field across the road, stepped in a golpher hole, and broke his leg in two places.  He was brought in on an old door and taken to the hospital, and then fell in love with the other friend of my parents who was visiting – a nurse, of course – and ended up marrying her on the deck of the Big House.

There was the cannon which shot rolls of toilet paper.

There was the phone booth made from an ancient outhouse.

There was the evil rooster who attacked people.

There were moments I remember when people were having dramas that I, as a child, didn’t understand.  Here is your chance to tell me about some of those moments, good or bad, the details you remember.  The things that made it different than anywhere else.

Published in: on July 28, 2009 at 9:19 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. John Reeve stopped by my studio in Pilar New Mexico today and mentioned that someone was putting something together about Big Creek.
    I came to Big Creek for the Michael Cardew workshop in the summer of 1976. John Reeve brought Michael down from Canada and ended up staying to help with the workshop.
    I had a degree in ceramics and painting and had been supporting myself on my pottery for a year. I think I could live on $1500. a year at that time. I was 25 and Michael was a hero to me. It really was a great experience to meet him and all the other potters. I believe it cost $500. for the three weeks, which was a fortune to me. Some of the students were not very serious, but it was ’76 and we were in California. It was my first visit to the west coast. I mean, I was living in the little known town of Santa Fe.
    The food was just amazing. The Bruce and Marcia were great. The hot tub was a trip, full of naked people every night.
    I stayed in touch with some people for years, but now only see John once in a while.
    It changed my life. I still remember things I learned that summer.
    I have made my living off of my art all these years, at times employing 12 people and selling pottery to over 100 outlets around the US and Europe. Presently I spend half my time painting and half working in pottery with one assistant and sell everything out of my own gallery in Taos.

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